September 11th completely passed me by and I never noticed. Does that make me a bad person?
His rough, callused hands lovingly stroked her tender flesh.
Uh oh.
Hey, remember that high-speed internet we were supposed to have working a week and a half ago? Guess what - it's not. Start tech support is stumped, and they've upped the priority on our Bell Sympatico trouble ticket. That means that Bell might get around to checking our telephone line at some point in the future. Or it may not. For now, I have to live with a 33.6 dialup connection with a nervous disconnection finger.
I'm now the advertising man for Radio Club, and that rocks. Video editing and working on commercials may not seem similar, but they share one thing: they're fiddly. I love it.
Current school schedule is still messed up. I'm on the waiting list for psychology in first period, I have a spare currently until I get in, but if I'm not in by Friday then I keep the spare and don't graduate for another year, because I'm missing one lousy credit. At least I have a locker to dump "World Masterpieces" in, which weighs in somewhere between a bulldozer and a coal train.
His rough, callused hands lovingly stroked her tender flesh.
Uh oh.
Hey, remember that high-speed internet we were supposed to have working a week and a half ago? Guess what - it's not. Start tech support is stumped, and they've upped the priority on our Bell Sympatico trouble ticket. That means that Bell might get around to checking our telephone line at some point in the future. Or it may not. For now, I have to live with a 33.6 dialup connection with a nervous disconnection finger.
I'm now the advertising man for Radio Club, and that rocks. Video editing and working on commercials may not seem similar, but they share one thing: they're fiddly. I love it.
Current school schedule is still messed up. I'm on the waiting list for psychology in first period, I have a spare currently until I get in, but if I'm not in by Friday then I keep the spare and don't graduate for another year, because I'm missing one lousy credit. At least I have a locker to dump "World Masterpieces" in, which weighs in somewhere between a bulldozer and a coal train.